Mysterious resurgence

Another four days passed.

Yang Jian and Zhang Xianguang just walked out of the third room.

At this moment, the appearance of the third room has changed drastically. There is no darkness, and there is no weird Yin and Yang Road. It is just a very ordinary room, and there is nothing strange about it at all.

After more than a month of continuous hard work, Yang Jian successfully constructed layer after layer of ghost realm, completely isolating the supernatural world from the real world.

The first step of the plan was successfully implemented.

Although Yang Jian paid a high price, it was all worth it in his opinion.

"What are you going to do next?" Zhang Xianguang asked.

Yang Jian said: "Separating the Yin and Yang Road as planned before is only the first step, and then the second step of the plan will be carried out. It's just that I had a little accident now, which caused the second step of the plan to be carried out in advance. Yes, there are certain dangers involved, but it doesn’t matter. With the first step of the plan, I can bear the cost of failure.”

"But I have to carry out the second step of the plan alone. If it succeeds, I will tell you. If I fail, then you can continue along my path."

"Then I'll wait for news about you." Zhang Xianguang nodded slightly.

Yang Jian then asked: "What are you going to do next?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. Since there will be sixty years of peace in the future, I think I should go around and deal with supernatural incidents." Zhang Xianguang said.

"In this case, let's say goodbye. I hope we have the chance to meet again in the future." Yang Jian said.

"I hope so." Zhang Xianguang said.

The two of them came together to cooperate on the same thing, but now they have to go their separate ways.

It was noon when Zhang Xianguang left, and the sun was shining brightly outside. His figure bathed in the sunshine looked particularly relaxed, as if he had let go of many things at once, and his mood was somewhat joyful.

Yang Jian watched Zhang Xianguang leave, and then turned back after his figure completely disappeared.

After returning to this old house, he picked up his mobile phone and made two calls. One was to Jiang Yan in his hometown: "If you have something important, come back as soon as possible. I'm here with Wang Shanshan."

"Okay, okay, I'll leave now." Jiang Yan, who was in her hometown, put down the phone and set off in a hurry.

Yang Jian hung up the phone and then called Liu Xiaoyu: "Come to Wang Shanshan and tell you something."

"If you have something to do, call them all to me." In the ancient house, Wang Shanshan heard Yang Jian's voice and came out of the room on the second floor.

Her face was still pale, her temperament was cold, and she was unsmiling.

"It's not urgent, I'm anxious. I don't have much time left. I have to do some things, but I have nothing to worry about. The only one who is a little worried is you." Yang Jian looked at Wang Shanshan with complicated eyes.

Wang Shanshan looked slightly sideways: "Are you confessing your love to me by saying this?"

"I mean, you will most likely die because of my situation." Yang Jian said.

"It's okay. I'm not afraid of death. And without your help, I would have died in No. 7 Middle School just like other classmates. It's good to be alive now. You don't have to feel guilty or worry. You can do whatever you want. Just do it and don't care about my existence." Wang Shanshan was still very calm, even calm and a little indifferent.

"We are all people bound by fate. We don't have many choices. I want to leave for a while and make some preparations. You can entertain them when they arrive." Yang Jian said.

"Okay." Wang Shanshan nodded.

Yang Jian did not leave Guanjiang Community, but went to safe house No. 1 underground at his home.

With the arrival of Yang Jian, a fire soon ignited in the safe house, and then there were bursts of banging sounds.

After about half an hour, the movements stopped.

"It's done." Yang Jian looked at the finished product in front of him, feeling somewhat satisfied.

In front of him was a statue made of gold. This statue was as tall as him and had the same appearance as him.

The statue is hollow, leaving only an inconspicuous small hole. Once the small hole is blocked, it will be a coffin to imprison the evil ghost.

Obviously, Yang Jian prepared this for himself.

"By the way, I almost forgot, there is this supernatural weapon." Yang Jian suddenly remembered something and took out the red spear again.

He did not choose to sink this supernatural weapon into the blood lake, nor was he willing to throw it into the supernatural world. He just smelted a few pieces of gold and poured it on top, directly wrapping the supernatural weapon.

After completing these preparations, he left the safe house with the statue and the gold-wrapped spear and returned to the ancient house.

At this time, Liu Xiaoyu and Jiang Yan had arrived in the ancient residence. They gathered together and waited for Yang Jian to appear.

"Yang Jian, where did you move such a bronze statue from?" Jiang Yan was immediately surprised when she saw Yang Jian carrying such a big object.

"This is not a bronze statue, but a gold statue." Liu Xiaoyu looked at it for a few times and recognized it immediately.

"I spent a long time building this. It's of great use to me." Yang Jian moved it into the third room, arranged it neatly, and then clapped his hands and walked out with satisfaction.

Several people looked at him with strange expressions, not understanding what Yang Jian was doing.

"Ahem, you don't have to look at me so curiously. I have my reasons for doing this."

Yang Jian couldn't help coughing twice, but when he opened his palms, there were a few streaks of scarlet blood. It seemed that a pack of Chinese medicine couldn't stabilize his condition for too long.

But he didn't care, he just wiped away the trace of blood afterwards,

"Yang Jian, you didn't call us here just to admire the statue you made, right? What's so important? There are no outsiders here, you can just say it." Liu Xiaoyu asked.

"Of course not. I'll make a long story short. I have to leave for a while." Yang Jian was silent for a moment, and then added: "The time may be a bit long."

"How long?" Wang Shanshan asked.

Yang Jian replied: "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be sixty years."

"What? Sixty years?" Jiang Yan immediately stood up in shock.

Sixty years is too long, and I don’t know whether I can survive until that time. Does this mean we are separated forever?

"You're not going to die again, are you?" Wang Shanshan said calmly.

Liu Xiaoyu and Jiang Yan immediately stared at Yang Jian, as if waiting for an explanation.

Yang Jian said: "No, if I am going to die, I will directly prepare for the funeral. It will not be so troublesome. This time I have a problem, and I don't want to solve it, because I have to do another thing , if successful, I will appear again sixty years later.”

"What if it fails?" Jiang Yan suddenly became worried.

"Failure? Well, it will also happen sixty years later." Yang Jian thought for a moment and then said.

Liu Xiaoyu frowned and said, "It's hard to understand what you said. Can you explain it?"

"No need to explain. If you are still alive sixty years later, you will naturally understand. If you are dead, just pretend that I didn't say anything." Yang Jian shrugged, acting very relaxed.

"Can't I just leave?" Jiang Yan looked at Yang Jian pleadingly, hoping that he would change his mind.

Sixty years is too long, enough to ruin a person's life.

"cannot."

Yang Jian said in a serious tone: "I will take the ghost boy with me when I leave this time. As for other things, I don't have anything to say. After all, you are already familiar with the funeral and you don't need too much arrangement from me."

Jiang Yan pursed her lips and suddenly became sad.

Although it was not a separation of life and death, it was almost impossible to see each other again for the rest of their lives, which she found hard to accept for a while.

Liu Xiaoyu also fell silent: "Do you want to change the plan? The current supernatural circle cannot survive without you."

"You don't have to worry about this. The supernatural circle will no longer exist in the future. As time goes by, there will be fewer and fewer supernatural beings in this world, until finally everything returns to the peaceful way it was before. However, sixty years later, the supernatural world will no longer exist. Maybe there could be another resurgence.”

Yang Jian said as he looked out the window, as if he saw the changes in the future.

"Sixty years is too long. Not to mention whether we are dead or not, even if we are still alive, where can we find you? You must know that things and people have changed, and many things will change." Liu Xiaoyu said.

"There is no need to look for me. Sixty years later, when supernatural events occur again, if you call my name, I will appear." Yang Jian slowly withdrew his gaze, and then looked at a few people.

"This is a secret. Only the three of you know it. If you die one day, you can leave this secret to your descendants. It will be equally useful."

Jiang Yan immediately became emotional and said: "I will not get married or have children. Even if I do, they will still be your children. I know you always think that I am greedy for money and afraid of death, but my feelings for you are not the same." I have always been serious, from the day I encountered the headless ghost incident at Furen Mall until now, I have never changed."

"Yang Jian, do you think I still have the feelings of a normal living person? Marriage and having children have long ceased to exist in my life. I told you this before." Wang Shanshan glanced at her.

Liu Xiaoyu also said: "I am an operator at the headquarters and a clerk in Dachang City. I know too many secrets, and even many secrets have been kept secret for more than a hundred years, so I already declared it when I joined the headquarters. After that, I have to devote my whole life to the cause of solving supernatural incidents, so I cannot get married, not just me, but other colleagues as well."

Three people have different experiences, but have the same results.

Jiang Yan's failure to love, Wang Shanshan's loss of normal emotions, and Liu Xiaoyu's lifelong dedication.

In this supernatural era, no one can live happily.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, he just glanced at the three people slightly, and finally his eyes rested on Jiang Yan: "Actually, I prepared a gift for you. Although it is useless, it is still somewhat mine. A piece of heart.”

As he spoke, scarlet blood emerged from under his feet, and in the blood there was a box lifted up by a pale palm.

The three people seemed very calm about this shocking scene, as if they were no longer surprised.

After all, the water ghost controlled by Yang Jian is better behaved than a dog. It looks scary but is not dangerous at all.

Yang Jian took out the box and opened it. There was a pile of documents inside. After he took it out, he handed it to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan's mood calmed down a little at this moment. She subconsciously took it and opened her eyes wide, looking very surprised.

These documents are some property transfer agreements and the like, which basically represent most of Yang Jian's family property.

Wang Shanshan still looked cold: "You actually left all the money to her?"

"Do you want it? I'll give you another one. I left one for Miao Xiaoshan before." Yang Jian said with a smile.

"No need, I have no interest in money, and my family has a lot of money." Wang Shanshan replied.

Yang Jian said: "Okay then."

"I don't want money, I want you to stay." At this moment, Jiang Yan didn't care about the pile of documents, but begged again.

Yang Jian shook his head and said: "I have something I must do. If you still want to see me again, just live well. Maybe we can meet again in sixty years."

"I'm leaving. Remember to say goodbye to Zhang Wei and the others. To be honest, if I have a chance, I still want to play games with him. After all, playing with others can't bring me away."

He left some words and then led the ghost boy slowly into the third room.

"Yang Jian, wait." Jiang Yan rushed over in a hurry, trying to persuade him to stay again.

But when she walked into the third room, she didn't see Yang Jian, only the shining golden statue.

The statue looks exactly like Yang Jian, with a golden spear in his hand.